I don’t wanna wear those pants!

The pants of my new suit, that is. Not only do I have to hem the legs up so I don’t trip on them, but the elastic waist is too damned loose, I’ll be walking around all might worrying that my pants will fall down. Now that would seriously SUCK!

The alterations that these pants need are all stuph I can do myself, but I won’t get to it all before we go to the Pops on Wednesday night. Not without screwing it up big time, because I’m in a hurry to get it done.

So I think I will wear just the jacket, with my black pants and white t-shirt. That should be good enough, dammit. Dammit, but I effin’ HATE dressy clothes, and I hate shopping for them. I’m as good at that as I am at buying used cisco items…as in NOT GOOD AT ALL!

I wore the black pants (which are actually jeans, but who can tell?) to dinner at Fore Street last week.   On top, I just wore this flowered top, it’s nice, and it doesn’t have baseball or beer logos on it.  I figure that any black pants with a top that doesn’t have baseball, beer, or other logos on it, should be flippin’ good enough for Symphony Hall.

After all of this bellyaching, I will bet the rent that half the people there show up in blue jeans and skeevy t-shirts, so maybe I WILL look better than they will.

Besides, the black pants I REALLY want to wear have pockets, and I do like having pockets, for my keys and cell phone.

So, I will wear what I want and feel comfortable, rather than wear something that will bother me all night.  Why ruin the experience because of stupid clothes?